Reality Taboo Romane & Geschichten

“Now, Roman. Do it right this second, or I’ll send that video straight to your department head. Think about it— the headlines would destroy you. Freshman caught spying on library staff with dirty pictures. Your scholarship would vanish, your whole reputation ruined before you even get started.” My hands started moving almost without thinking, fingers fumbling with the buttons on my shirt as I pulled it off. She’s not bluffing— I can see it in her eyes. This is happening for real. I kicked off my shoes next, then shoved down my jeans, stepping out of them until I was standing there completely naked, my skin breaking out in goosebumps from the chill in the room. My cock was still half-hard fro

“I know. But it’s taboo. Look at your tattoo. It’s a mark. I wasn’t sure about this before but now, I am. If you speak about it, it’ll break a rule and you’ll suffer greatly. You’ll die in terrible pain.” Huh? What did he mean by dying of terrible pain? Telling the truth to someone would hurt me. Taboo? No one told me anything. No one… No… There was something I was missing, like a distant memory. But my body couldn’t handle all the stress and pain. So, I fainted. I lost sensation of my body and a dream, maybe a memory started playing in front of me. There was something in the air. Fear engulfed me. I wanted to wake up.

The way I kept pulling her in just to push her back again. And the worst part? I didn’t even know how to fix it. Because the truth was simple, even if I didn’t like it. Sometimes I just wanted her. No logic. No restraint. Just that pull, sharp and immediate. And other times, I needed that line between us to be clear— solid, undeniable— so neither of us could pretend this was anything other than what it was. Taboo. Dangerous. Something that couldn’t be allowed to spiral. The elevator stopped again, and the doors opened to my floor.

I waved back, feeling Tyler’s cum still leaking down my thighs. **Be warned.** This doesn’t just seduce you. It ruins you for anyone else. For any future. For any hope of a normal life next door. Once you cross that fence… there’s no going back.

Maeve was a fucking witch, one who seemed to have mastered her craft so dangerously well. Most people think having three dicks is a dream. They don’t understand the reality of living with it— the stares, the creepy fetishists who treated me like a circus animal, the women who ran after seeing me naked. On the flip side, there were the ones who became obsessed in the absolute worst ways, treating me like a machine instead of a human being. I was completely done hiding it, done feeling like a monster. Today, I was going to make it rain. “Marcus Kane,” the assistant called. “You’re up.”

he said, voice perfectly casual, “what does Bataille mean when he says the sacred is only possible through profanation?” The room went quiet. Every eye turned to her. Ivy swallowed. The plug shifted as she uncrossed and recrossed her legs, sending a jolt of pleasure straight to her clit. She felt the trickle of wetness slide further down her thigh. “It… it means that true ecstasy comes from breaking taboos,” she managed, voice trembling. “From defiling what is supposed to be untouchable.” Gabriel’s smile was slow, approving—and terrifying in its intimacy.

“Can you to give me my first orgasm, Kai?" He paused, eyes locking onto hers with visible surprise. “Do you really know what you’re asking?” “Yes,” she whispered, clear-headed and aching. “I’m sure.” Kai’s expression darkened with heat. He knew how much dirty things she could do. "If I do this… you won't be able to walk out of here properly afterward.” Lila met his gaze, the forbidden desire thick in the air. “I don’t want to walk out properly.” She took the towel off completely, legs parting slightly. “Please, Kai…”

He asked in a quiet voice. I opened my mouth feeling uncertain about how to answer him and let out a heavy sigh. “Was it wrong of me for not wanting to? I didn’t mind talking about my past before, but now it feels like those kind of things are heavy topic to tell people about the abuse, my suicide attempt, and also that I was raped.” The words felt so lethal coming out of my mouth. “It feels like it’s taboo. If it wasn’t about the things that Chris had done to me then it’s about my depression and the fear from people thinking that I might want to commit suicide again. No one would want to hear something like that and to act normal like I wasn’t affected by any of it. I don’t want them to ch

The rest of the group's members who were sorting through things turned towards Lucifer. "Never ask that or bring up firearms again. I meant to tell you sooner, but today's been a little out of order. "A little?" Peter sneered. Lucifer sighed. "Firearms, as modern humans know them, are a taboo subject in this world. Bringing them up can be akin to treason in certain territories."